Heart's Secret. Adrianne Byrd

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СКАЧАТЬ that, the continuing silence had Melanie wrinkling her button nose. “Is there a problem?”

      Veronica drew a deep breath and brushed small strands of her long black hair from her angular face. Part of being the company’s expert profiler was vetting and screening the varied mix of millionaires who so often solicited their services. Veronica didn’t like third-party matchmaking—hell, none of them did.

      “Well?” Melanie pushed.

      Veronica glanced over at her brother as if mentally asking him to jump in—and he obliged.

      Vincent cleared his throat. “It’s just that the man is already engaged. It doesn’t seem right that his grandmother is asking us to help break up a relationship in order to manipulate him into another one.”

      Melanie inhaled a startled breath. “It’s not manipulating.”

      His brows rose, while his full lips quirked up in amusement. “Oh? And what do you call it?”

      Cornered, Melanie shrugged. “I’d say that we were simply presenting him with a few more options.” She smiled at her own quick thinking.

      “You’re reaching, don’t you think?” Veronica chuckled.

      Instead of answering, Melanie glanced back down at the letter.

      Jessica waded in. “Is it just because of Sylvia Landon’s history with our company? Is that why you want to take this on?”

      Melanie responded with sincere honesty. “Yes. Besides, I already talked to Grandma Melanie about this. She thinks it’s a good idea. Not only did she introduce Sylvia to Carlton, but they are also lifelong friends.”

      “Humph!” Vincent shook his head. “I still don’t like the idea of us breaking up a relationship.”

      “We’re not going to hold a gun to the man’s head.” Melanie laughed. “If he’s truly in love then he wouldn’t be tempted by the woman we select for him.”

      “If?” Veronica asked. “You doubt he’s in love, too?”

      Melanie chewed on her bottom lip as she mulled the question. The truth of the matter was that she knew and adored Sylvia Landon and the charity work she had done for the city of New York. She also knew her rebellious grandson Jaxon Landon and she, along with probably half the female population of New York, found it hard to believe the philandering playboy was turning over a new leaf for blissful matrimony—with, of all things, a stripper.

      “Let’s just say that the jury is still out.” Her gaze darted back around the table where doubt and skepticism were clearly reflected on the faces of her small crew. “C’mon. You know the rules. I won’t do this unless we’re all in agreement.”

      “But how are you going to set him up with someone without his knowledge—and keep his grandmother’s secret?”

      “I won’t lie, it will be a challenge.” Melanie’s smile widened. “But you all know how I like a challenge—and a good secret.”

      Chapter 1

      “Zora, when are you gonna stop teasin’ and go out with a brotha?”

      Zora Campbell looked up from her script and flashed Todd Brady a smile. Though her supermodel days were behind her, it was still a boost to her ego that men continued to go out of their way to try and impress her. “C’mon, Todd. You know the rules. I don’t date men I work with.”

      “All right then. I quit,” he said, shrugging his mountainous shoulders and then spreading his LL Cool J–looking luscious lips into a wide smile. “There. That solves everything.”

      “You can’t quit. I need you.” She poked out her bottom lip and fluttered her long lashes up at him.

      Todd clutched a hand over his heart and sighed. “Ahhh. If only that was true.”

      Zora laughed at his silly antics. “It is true. You’re the best PR man in the business. Without you I would’ve just been another washed-up supermodel being a guest judge on a reality show.”

      Todd’s chest expanded with pride as he strolled confidently over to the vacant director’s chair. “Don’t be silly, Zora. You have the face of an angel and a body designed for sin. You will never be washed-up because you’ll never go out of style.”

      She laughed and shook her head. “With you around, my ego will never be deflated.” She returned her attention to the thin script.

      “Surely you know that thing backward and forward by now. It’s our tenth infomercial.”

      “I do. I just get nervous before going on,” she admitted. “I’m always afraid that I’m going to forget something.”

      “Relax. The Zora skin-care line is flying off the shelves. As well as the hair care line, perfume and jewelry line. America can’t get enough of you.”

      “We both know this industry is fickle. There’s a thin line between can’t get enough and ‘Damn, girl. We’re starting to get sick of you.’ If you don’t believe me then go ask J. Lo and Beyoncé.”

      “I would rather we ask Oprah and Tyra.”

      “They have their fair share of haters, too,” Zora reminded him.

      “Of course they do. You’re nobody until somebody hates you.”

      “That’s an interesting way of looking at it.”

      “In this biz, it’s the only way to look at it.” The familiar ring of his BlackBerry interrupted the conversation. “Excuse me for a moment.” He held up a finger and then reached inside his tailored Armani jacket and pulled out his phone. “Talk to me.”

      Zora returned her attention to the ten-page script and didn’t look up until Todd was gone and the makeup artist was rushing over.

      “You’re here early this morning, Ms. Campbell.”

      “I’m always early, Beatrice. Force of habit.”

      Beatrice beamed. “I didn’t think that you’d remember my name. This is only my second time working with you.”

      “I also never forget a name.” Zora’s smile widened. She had impressed the young lady. Even that feat she counted as an accomplishment because she knew that most people expected her to be a certain way. Pretty but not too bright. It was far from the truth.

      Zora came from a long line of accomplished academics. Her mother, Billie Campbell, was a Pulitzer prize–winning author and economist, and her father, Elliott, had been a Rhodes scholar. Zora was well on her way to following in their footsteps when she was discovered studying at an off-campus coffee shop. Deciding to sign with the Ford modeling agency had upset the family. Her parents didn’t approve of the lifestyle associated with modeling. Admittedly at that time, Zora had been seduced by all the trappings of fame. Easy money, VIP treatment and the possibility of the world knowing her name.

      Upon signing, Zora had experienced a meteoric rise to the top six months after her first magazine spread. She made outrageous money for just СКАЧАТЬ